We had moved from our house and downsized to a 2-bedroom apartment. The apartment was on the bottom floor. As you entered through the front door, there was the living room, dining area and kitchen. Short walk down the hall, bathroom to the right and then either right for the master bedroom or left for the spare. The master has a set of French doors that open up to a small patio that can hold 2 chairs and a small table. It is a very compact set up.
One day I had some errands to run. I got halfway through my list when I realized I had forgotten the bank deposit. I was close to home, so I stopped by to pick it up. I entered the house and walked to the master bedroom only to notice my wife laying on the bed, completely naked, with her legs spread and facing the French doors. The blinds were open. One hand was massaging her tits while the other massaging her pussy. In a few seconds, one of the maintenance crew went whizzing by on a riding mower which is probably why she didn't hear me come in. I grabbed the banking stuff and left.
Later that day I approached her about what I saw. She started to blush, and I quickly told her that it didn't bother me. We were all created as sexual beings and it was no crime to look for sexual outlets. She looked relieved and started to relax. I asked her if she was able to reach a climax and if she thought the lawnmower guy saw her? She said she had a powerful orgasm, but the lawnmower guy never looked in her direction. I told her the next time she should leave the light on in the room and/or open the screen door. She couldn't believe I was encouraging her to show herself to the maintenance crew. I told her it was no big deal and if that didn't work, we could talk openly about her other options.
About a week later, I came home and as I got in the door my wife was walking from the bedroom to the living room. She was completely naked. Her chest was bright red. Looking down further, her tits sported the most erect nipples I had ever seen on her. Her black pubic hair glistened with wetness. Her pussy hair was parted right down her slit. Her clit was swollen and labia were pink and swollen. She was a beautiful sexual hot mess.
I asked what she was up to?
She said, "do you remember our conversation of a week ago?"
"Yes", I replied.
She went on to tell me that she went well beyond what I had suggested. She said that she got completely naked, pushed the screen door open, left the French doors open, lights on. She lay on the bed, spread eagle and masturbated, massaged her tits and finger fucked herself for over 2 hours while they cut the grass.
The bulge in my pants started to grow as she told the story.
"So did he notice you?" I asked.
"No" she replied in a pissed off tone.